Unfulfilled
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Title: Unfulfilled
Word Count: 172
Character(s): The only female Supernova
Topic: Mental Illness
Media: fic
Spoiler(s): Supernovas
Rating: R
She pulls herself off of the random, faceless creature with a penis that she has brought back this time. It moans and pulls at her; clinging.
She throws it out the nearest porthole.
Breakfast is piled outside her door in a variety of trays and bowls and platters. She barely tastes the food as she crouches down and inhales it, not even cognizant of the fact that she is still naked and sweaty and coated in fluids of dubious origins.
She does not close the door as she goes to her bathroom, stomach gorged, womanly flesh swaying lewdly. The water flows over her - scalding, each drop raising bright carmine patches on her berry-and-creams smooth skin.
She rubs herself everywhere until the lackluster sensation of completion comes over her.
In the mirror, her apply-green eyes and strawberry shortcake hair fall over the cherried-red dough of her boiled face.
"Captain Bonney! We're ready to shove off!"
She grunts, not moving.
She is still hungry. The Appetite for One Piece still owns her senses completely.
Word Count: 172
Character(s): The only female Supernova
Topic: Mental Illness
Media: fic
Spoiler(s): Supernovas
Rating: R
She pulls herself off of the random, faceless creature with a penis that she has brought back this time. It moans and pulls at her; clinging.
She throws it out the nearest porthole.
Breakfast is piled outside her door in a variety of trays and bowls and platters. She barely tastes the food as she crouches down and inhales it, not even cognizant of the fact that she is still naked and sweaty and coated in fluids of dubious origins.
She does not close the door as she goes to her bathroom, stomach gorged, womanly flesh swaying lewdly. The water flows over her - scalding, each drop raising bright carmine patches on her berry-and-creams smooth skin.
She rubs herself everywhere until the lackluster sensation of completion comes over her.
In the mirror, her apply-green eyes and strawberry shortcake hair fall over the cherried-red dough of her boiled face.
"Captain Bonney! We're ready to shove off!"
She grunts, not moving.
She is still hungry. The Appetite for One Piece still owns her senses completely.
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